Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 9

Nurses’ station 54

Chapter 9

Cora POV

I thought it would take me a bit to fall asleep in a strange bed, with a stranger, but I didn’t; I fell asleep faster than at the motels I had stopped at along the way. I woke to find myself lying on Gunner, my leg over his legs, and my head on his chest, drool glistening on his chest.

Gross.

Turning to try and find some tissues, before Gunner woke, only for him to grab my hand to stop me from moving away.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, not opening his eyes.

“Need my meds.” Gunner let my hand go and opened his eyes, watching me move to grab my meds from the table: antibiotics and painkillers, took them and downed half the bottle of water. Then grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped his chest. Gunner raised his left eyebrow at me, but didn’t say anything. I wish I could do that, but I can’t make just one eyebrow go up. It did something to my lady parts when Gunner did it, waking them up and leaving me wanting something more. I climbed out of bed and used a crutch to hobble to the bathroom, and hobbled back, having left my underwear in the bathroom, and I was only wearing his shirt. Gunner was still watching, his eyes trailing down my body and back up, and yep, the way he looked at me made me feel like a desired woman, something my ex never did.

Would Gunner mind if I used his body? I haven’t had sex in a while; my shifts at work made it difficult to time it right to be with my ex. I know why now, but didn’t back then. My so–called best friend was getting more action than I was with my boyfriend, which reminds me I had to address those phone messages today.

But right now, I have a man in that bed who just might be willing to allow me to get what I need. I have never been shy; between boyfriends, I didn’t mind the odd one–night stand. But it didn’t happen often, not nearly often enough, because work often made it difficult to find the energy to locate a willing male, whom I didn’t find repulsive. I should have known trouble was brewing when the sex dried up, well, dried up for

r me, and now I am repeating myself.

Stop it.

Focus on what you have, right there in front of you.

He owes you, right?

I managed to get onto the bed and straddle him, without too much trouble. My thigh ached, reminding me

it was tender, but nothing I couldn’t handle. Have pulled muscles before, and that’s sort of what this felt

like.

Gunner lifts his hands onto my hips, a smirk forms on his lips, and his eyes fill with desire.

I ran my moist folds up and down his length. Yeah, you guessed it, he sleeps naked. Something I found out

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when I woke up, and felt the morning wood pulsing on my leg. He groaned and lifted his hips, causing delicious friction over my nub and my body was now completely woken up, and there was no turning back.

I don’t care if this made me look like a slut, I needed the fix, and I was taking it.

Gunner didn’t try to take over; he let me continue to rock his d**k. I started to need more than a rubbing, so

I reached between my legs and lined him up, and lowered myself onto him, feeling Gunner fill me.

Hot diggity dog, he was big, huge, enormous.

Boy, oh, boy oh boy. Yes, yes, yes.

Soon, I was bouncing up and down, his length hitting all the right spots. His hands left my hips and snaked

up the shirt, where he started to play with my bouncing, boo.bs, twisting a nipp.le till it almost hurt. It

brought some unexpected pleasure when he caused a small amount of pain, not like the pain in my leg

right now, that I was trying hard to pretend wasn’t hurting.

Gunner was watching me as he played with my body and thrust up to keep our rhythm going. The buildup

was hard and fast, and I was screaming his name way too soon. When I leaned on his chest to gain my

breath back, he rolled us over, his d**k never leaving me. Gunner lifted my legs a little, relieving the pain in

my thigh from the tension, and took over our bed dancing, his thrusting harder and faster than I could keep

1. up.

Boy, did this man know what he was doing.

Sweat started to glisten on his forehead and chest, his breathing was almost like he was panting, an

outward breath with each thrust inside of me, which I felt hit my face. I felt the buildup again.

Yes, yes, yes.

God, this man is good, good, good, yes, yes, yes. I kept thinking over and over again.

Never have I reached my pleasure level twice in one session. This was mind–blowing. I am going to cum

twice. I was lucky to reach one most of the time, and had to finish myself off with my own fingers.

“Don’t stop,” I called out. I was so close.

“Cum for me.” He commanded, and to my shock, I did. Gunner followed me close behind, screaming out

my name. It was good to hear my name as he came. I felt him pumping inside of me, and I hoped he was

clean. I know I am. I had myself tested a week ago, before I caught them doing what they were doing. The

hospital had all staff take the test; it was part of understanding how the patient might feel when having

one done. Understanding was the key to helping a patient avoid becoming frightened of the unknown.

Try as I might, I don’t remember the last time my ex actually screamed out my name; that was before our

sex life dried up. Nope, don’t go there, it’s not worth the journey.

Gunner rolled off and lay there, panting, a satisfying smile on his face, which was the best sight, that smile,

that after–sex glow, was because of me.

“Thank you,” I whispered softly, thanking him for making me feel so good after my last few rotten days.

Claim

& Chapter 9

“Don’t thank me. I should be thanking you. That was great, sweetheart,” Gunner said breathlessly.

I lay there for a bit longer, thinking about what just happened.

“Um, I am sorry for taking advantage of you. I don’t usually act this way. I needed a fix, and you were right there, looking like you might be thinking the same as me, and well, you did have that hard rod staring at me, and I kinda thought, Why not?” I stumbled through my apology, hoping he didn’t think I was cheap.

“Relax, I’m not upset that you jumped my bones, or are you worried about some other reason?” Gunner asked, looking at me with this smirk on his face, which made me want to kiss him.

What?

No.

That’s not what I meant to think. Slap it away, yeah, that’s what I meant.

“I am clean, had a check–up recently, and I am on birth control, so no accidents should happen. I am sorry,

I really should have thought first, you know, condoms? I don’t carry any around with me; I am not that easy,” I said, getting my thoughts all mixed up.

“I didn’t think you were easy, and as far as I know, I am clean. But if you are worried, I can get tested,” Gunner offered, and that eased my mind.

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